What respect we'd had for each other was disappearing in the constant chopping and changing, coming and going, the hangovers and highs. The tenderness...was gone, and I knew deep down that it was time for me to go. Ed was on his own kick, and I had gone as far as I could with him. We parted when he set off to the States for the next tour, sadly, amicably, but with a little relief. By then he wanted to be in America most of the time anyway, and I was travelling to Cambridge more often than I ought. We have had a pitcher of beer, and sandwiches, and are now just sitting and drinking and kissing a little and talking about this and that. You reach to touch my breast, and feel that I'm wearing a bra. You say, Alice, go and take your bra off, now. This gets a mixed reaction from me, inside, though I try and hide it from you. While I am happy because I know that it means more loving and touching from you, there are problems with the dress design. The top of the dress is held up by elastic, not. ’ She stepped over to him. ‘Come. Sit down. We need to talk.’ ‘Your parents still in Bolton?’ ‘For another couple of months,’ responded Sandy. ‘Then out to ‘Big Sky’ Montana. Or they were.’ ‘Sandy? Were?’ ‘Yeah, they’re going out there but just to scout out a place. Then they’ll be coming back.’ ‘Why?’ asked Brad. ‘They were looking forward to moving out there for years.’ ‘They want to make sure that we’re okay.’ ‘Sandy,’ began Brad. ‘Brad, please,’ she said, pointing at the sofa. ‘Sit down.’. She was younger than me. Much younger. Well not exactly much younger but she was at the stage in her life when that sort of difference did make a difference. She had just turned 16 and I coming close to 29. The age where some would still see me a young man where others see me as “getting on a bit”. Now this is where our tale takes a step into the dark side. In Paul's home country of Scotland this would be nothing more than frowned upon with the odd comment shouted across the room asking if he.